A/N: Another chapter now, got inspired by nuTrek and "Final Frontier. I'm glad people are actually reading this :)
This little drabble is about Spock fighting with Uhura, and getting a mouthful of fist from those guys in the
bar in Iowa.I was listening to "one more time with feeling" by Regina Spektor, and thus, this was born.
More of a comfot/romance chapter, but a part of this series anyway. Enjoy!
This is the third time this week they've been yelling at one another.
I can hear them, just next door.
I wish I could go in there and just make it clear to her what he's trying to say. I try to just close my
eyes and ignore them, but it's too hard. He's told me too many times that he cares for her for me to dismiss
her angry insults. He sounds helpless in there, barely saying a thing as she lists her frustration with his
lack of contribution to the relationship. It's not her fault, him being the way he is. His emotions fight
with eachother like tomcats in heat, which makes it impossible for him to outwardly express himself. He tells
me that she likes having deep conversations, which is fine, until she starts prying into what he feels inside.
I can hear her through the wall now, pleading with him to stay. There is silence, except for me breathing.
Her room door slides open, he departs. I sit up in bed now, expecting him to come in and tell me what happened.
Instead, he bumps into someone and apologizes quickly. They converse briefly, the words begin coming harsh and fast.
A loud noise interrupts him, and then several more to follow. I jump out of bed, and start dressing...but I'm too
late, the abuse has ended. Then a knock at my door, "Jim." a hoarse voice whispers. I run to the door and let him in,
his lip is busted, green blood everywhere on his face. I pull him in by his arms, as gently as I can. His distressed
expression tells me the story of what occured in the hallway.
"Go sit down on the bed, I'll be over in a moment." I walk over to my sink and wet my face cloth with cold water and
some Witch Hazel, an old Earth cure for cuts and infections. He sits on the bed so calm and collected, but I know on the
inside it hurts too much for him to do anything else. "I'm sorry." I say quietly as I clean the blood from his face.
He shakes his head,and I agree. He doesn't like it when I worry too much about him. "They're just a bunch of bullies, and
besides...I get to report them tomorrow." He smiles just a little when I laugh, but the pain is still evident. "Look, Spock,
you love her, right?" He sighs and turns his head away. "Spock. Is that what this was about the whole time?" I start rinsing
the cloth in my sink, keen to return to his side.
"I...I found it illogical to continue making Nyota worried and angry." He finally says, slightly smiling at the look of
relief on my face. I handed him a towel to dry his face with, and sit beside him. "Why didn't you just tell her how you felt?"
I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She would not understand, Jim." His eyelids droop, and I can see how exhausted
he is."You must be ready to pass out. Go ahead and lie down." I stroked the bangs that had fallen out of place when he lay
down."I'm so sorry the tonight has been such a mess for you...You don't derserve to be treated this way by people." I
lay beside him, frowning at the slight quiver of his lip,"You can cry, Spock. It's just you and me here." He sat up slowly,
the tears forming fast in his eyes. I sat up too, fascinated by the way he cries. His tears come down silently, but very
suddenly. Each one shimmers and sparkles like a crystal, and he never wipes them away.
He leans into my shoulder without warning to suppress a quiet sob. I took my hand and gently pushed him back down to the
matress. "Sleep,Spock, Sleep." I whisper to him, holding him close to me. There's silence that follows and I begin to think
that he's alseep until-"Jim. Are you still awake?" I smile and brush my lips across the back of his neck, "Yeah." Spock relaxes
a little. "Why?" I ask almost involuntarily, it kind of felt like a high power told me to. "I love you, Jim." He says in a
sleepy sigh."I love you too, Spock." His cheek moves in a smile. I yawn, I'm feeling a little bit sleepy too.
"Now go to sleep. Really."